A Flowering Girl

Theory of a black woman

I was black, dark, contained and unknown
Hidden in the secretive beauty of my brown
Men said I created an air of mystery
Like a symphony, I shut down sounds of mysery
They said I was conventional, conservative and serious
Still I gave them no reason to be any less curious
I am dark serious I never get red even when I blush
Sometimes when expressing myself I just can't hush
Talkative. Yet I keep things bottled up inside to prevent a mess
I try to protect myself and those I love from external emotional stress
My colour created a barrier between me and the outside world
I believed my black couldn't relate with the other colourful skins of the world
Yet deep inside I was strong despite my insecurities and lack of self confidence
Providing comfort while protecting my emotions and feelings by building a fence
They said black absorbs all colour and leaves an absence of light
But I am a new era of a black woman, a crowned queen
I am identified in a unique way in my black skin
A black woman is the most colourful and light filled creation I know
She is strong, filled with power, intellect and control
Bad to the bone, intimidating, yet friendly and approachable
I am black; exuding power and radiating authority much bearable
A dark woman of strong will, self control and descipline
Sophisticated in my own independence, so fresh, so clean
My colour dignifies me to be affluent and success oriented
Because most say I can't, I want to prove a point that's cemented
Truth is black women are beautiful, sexy and seductive
Black women are appealing, deep, multi-talented, multi-taskers and active
A black woman is the end of phenomena beauty
Yet the beginning of a new inexplicable beauty